The castle hall burned silently, the brazier burned, the closed door, and the parchment scrolls as high as a hill.

The stunned Apostle of the Evil God Faoda looked at all around him, his dim eyes staring in disbelief at a young man in front of him in a small red and black gown with white and blonde hair.

Decay... Where is this?!

The last memory in my memory is that wizard, could it be that this is his spiritual temple? This level is no longer a "spiritual temple", but has reached the level of the dream world!

"Could it be that ... He's a 'valve' level wizard?!"

The old man's trembling voice was filled with irrepressible excitement, and his smile that showed Sensen's white teeth was extremely twisted and hideous, and he even completely ignored the eyes of the young man in front of him who looked like bedbugs.

"Priests, knights, nobles, royalty, old men, saints...... The elves of Azur who think they are holy, the dwarves who think they are indomitable, but a wizard who opens the 'valve'... Is... Makes the old decay ecstatic!!"

"Okay, okay, we're all done, happy?" Asriel's boring flat mouth with his hands behind his back, his scarlet eyes didn't even want to look at the wrinkled face:

"Uh... This old man who talks to himself, I don't know if I can trouble you for half a favor?"

"What?"

"I have a rope here, and I hang it in a knot on the beam, can I trouble you to get tired and stick your head in?" the young man smiled very fakely:

"Of course, I wouldn't mind killing you myself if you didn't want to—it would dirty my hands, but... After all, this is Loren's request, and as his best friend, of course I have to fulfill this little 'request' of his. ”

"Oh... You think you can kill the old decay, the humble apostle of the great 'Dead One'......" Phaoda's expression became more and more hideous, and he staggered towards the young man, and the skeleton on his right wrist once again gushed out black lines:

"Arrogant creature, although I don't know who you really are, you have made a very serious mistake!"

The old and withered right hand slowly stretched out, "gently" caressing Asrael's pale cheek, and pressed his thumb on the socket of the young man's right eye, and the old man sighed softly:

"What a delicate and lovely child......

The old man can't help but want to see your cheeks and your body dissolve little by little, screaming and struggling, begging for death and turning into dry bones——!"

The old fingers were slightly forced, and at that moment, Dioda's expression was distorted to the point of twitching!

The next second... Nothing happened.

How, what's going on...

Why, why is there nothing wrong with him?!

"It's disgusting, but let's introduce myself. The young man with a cold expression raised his left hand and pinched Faoda's wrist:

"My name is Asriel and I am Loren Torino's closest friend.

Asriel wasn't going to interfere, but because Loren promised to 'owe me a favor,' huh...... It's really hard to refuse such a request, in every sense.

Saying... You're the apostle of that perverted madman in Lemantes, right?

Although I don't like any of the evil gods of all, it makes me disgusted to such an extent that Lemantes is a special case.

He had the power to destroy the world, but he was intoxicated by such disgusting, crazy, and ignorant interests, and it was really hard for Asriel to have even the slightest affection for this madman. ”

"You, you, you, you... What the hell are you, who are you?!"

Sensing the gap between the two, and realizing that his strength had no effect on the boy, Dioda finally had a trace of panic.

Even his right wrist was clasped by the seemingly weak little hand, and no matter how he broke free, he couldn't move at all!

"Oh... Are you scared, do you feel scared, are you at a loss...... By the way, when Lemantes found out that his powers didn't work against Asriel, the madman was just a little better than you. ”

"And in order to repay your disgustingness, Asrael also made you a little clearer. ”

"You think you're in control of the situation, with an army of tens of thousands of rotting corpses and the absolutely strong hole card of 'can't be killed', but in fact, the first time you arrogantly show your hole cards, you are already defeated. ”

"Because whether it's 'immortality' or 'monster army', it's all based on the premise that your consciousness is absolutely awake;"

Asriel's fingers clenched slightly, and Phaoda was horrified to find that his body was dimming little by little, his face twitching, and his originally clear consciousness gradually became extremely blurred......

"Fall into a dream and wake up at the end of the world - oh yes, say hello to Asriel and that perverted madman.

Just say...... Asrael misses him again!"

The pale fingers strained slightly, and the "consciousness" of Dioda in the dream world vanished in the blink of an eye......

............................................................

Unable to resist, Dioda began to crumble the moment Loren touched it, like a sculpture made of ice crystals, gradually falling apart from his head to his torso and then to his feet.

In the blink of an eye, this terrifying and terrifying apostle of the evil god had turned into shattered ice crystals, scattered in the snow beneath his feet, never to be seen again.

Not far away, the rotting corpses wandered around like walking corpses, and the monsters under the snow-capped mountains were also scattered, and many of them fell directly from the mountains into the bottomless glacial cracks.

Loren gasped for breath, his tired gaze looking into the shadows of the Dragon King in the distance—after a night of blizzards, it was finally beginning to show some signs of lightning.

The battle is finally over... Although it was only temporary, and I had to owe that guy a "favor".

But this is also a choice without a choice, and with limited cards, this may be the only safe option without opening the "valve" - of course, it may be more dangerous to owe Asriel a favor, but at least it is safe for now.

After all, compared to a mortal battle, a favor that looks like a usury is enough to bargain, and it is impossible for him to ask for too much......

The black-haired wizard turned around slowly, and the guard knight with the broken arm held the sword in his left hand, looking at him with a complicated gaze:

"That apostle of the evil gods, defeated by you?"

"How is that possible?" Loren, who sighed, shook his head and spread his hands very tiredly: "I just used a little trick to keep him from waking up for the time being, that's all." ”

"In that case...... "Why didn't you do it in the first place?"

"Because this little trick, like your 'Sword of Oath', comes at a price—and I don't plan to do it at the slightest chance. ”

Pouting, the black-haired wizard deliberately turned his head away from him, and the knight of the guard bowed silently, knowing that this was what the other party did not want to tell him.

After all, the relationship between the two sides is far from the point of "friends", and it is almost the same to say that they are enemies of life and death.

Slowly calming his heartbeat, Loren looked back at the guarded knight's severed arm - perhaps due to the weather, the wound was no longer bleeding, but a dark red could still be seen oozing out:

"Your right arm... Can it be recovered?"

The guard knight's face moved slightly, and he shook his head indifferently: "It shouldn't be, this is obliterated by the power of Lemantes, and it has been completely 'dead' - even the power of the Holy Cross cannot bring the dead back to life." ”

"Just like the monsters who were 'resurrected' by Lemantes, their so-called lives are simply false existences, living dead with empty shells. ”

“...... I'm sorry, really. ”

Loren, who turned around, looked at the other party solemnly, his eyes were extremely serious: "Although you want to kill me countless times, it is undeniable... You are a very admirable person, and what I said before in Cliff Mountain was also my sincere words. ”

The guard knight's expression loosened slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"While we're not going to kill each other, I'd like to ask you something. The black-haired wizard suddenly spoke, "I know it's offensive, but... Before and after Lord Farnesis left Ebolden, did you notice that he had... Something isn't quite right?"

In a moment, the knight's face regained its original indifference:

"Nope. ”